Home Run || j.m.b [ON HOLD]

11 | nothing is impossible

Nothing is impossible, of course. There are many ways people try to convince others that there are some things that are impossible to do. I totally get where they come from - if it doesn't make sense to the human mind, then it doesn't make sense hence it's "impossible".

There have been multiple times where science have proved impossibles wrong, like men being able to fly and were able to land on the moon. Others that have yet to be proven, we have our imagination. So in reality, nothing is impossible.

Sometimes, even though we know it's happening, it's just too unbelievable we choose to ignore it and pretend it's never happened - which is the kind of situation I'm a bit stuck into.

The softball program lasts for two weeks, at the end will be a friendly game between our team and the host team there. That's fourteen days of the chances of Joey being able to see me out in the streets. Two weeks, fourteen days, 336 hours and 20 160 minutes.

I'm not scared.

Well, maybe a little, mostly just jitters but what if I do see him? What would I do then?

I cautiously step into the Los Angeles ground, cursing myself in my head as I walk out of the plane. Lizzie trails not far behind me, dragging her purple suitcase with such love and care.

Her parents let her come with me and mum, and I'm more than glad. I feel like I just got thrown a lifeline -- she's the only reason of why I'm going to survive if I do see Joey.

Let's just hope not, and hope that Liz and I are going to be able to spend some quality best friend time.

We decided to come a week early, giving us enough time to rest and look around. To be honest, it wasn't my idea as I was not very keen on it. Don't get me wrong, I still don't like it. But mum, she's never been this enthusiastic before and so, I agreed. Colt and dad aren't here just yet and will come leading up to the day of the final match and we'll stay here for another week.

God, I just want this over and done with.

Lizzie and I exit our hotel not too long after we checked in. We are meeting up with Harper in a bit and Lizzie wouldn't stop blabbing about she's worried about how Harper might think about her.

Moments later, we are sitting on a random fro-yo place, looking at each other awkwardly. Harper sits across from me, next to Lizzie and is shifting continuously .

"Well... um... this is..." Harper pauses to think, "quieter... than I expected." She nods her head.

We mirror her, slowly lifting our spoons to our mouths and letting the pure goodness of frozen yogurt melt on our tongues.

"So, Harper," I say, "this is Lizzie. Lizzie, Harper."

They just nod to each other. Well at least they acknowledge each other's presence.

"You know, when Alissa said that you were coming to LA with us, I was screaming," Harper says to Lizzie breaking the silence, watching her lips pull up in a small smirk.

"I was like 'oh my God I'm going to finally meet the Lizzie'!" Harper exclaims and Lizzie laughs.

"That's me!"

"Wait, you're going to Joey, Charles and Tayler meet and greet next month, right?" Harper double checks in a suspicious whisper to Lizzie nods sharply to.

I'm going to pretend like I did not just hear that.

I don't pay attention to the rest of their conversation which mainly consists of getting to know each other by asking the other person what their favourite way to cut a sandwich is. I swear, it's as if they've been best friends all their lives if you're to look at them from outside the shop.